Public Transport Trauma
Completely Underwhelmed writes, "I was on a bus the other day when a man got on wearing shorts, over what looked like greeny grey leggings. Then the stench hit me. The 'leggings' were a mass of open wounds, crusted with greenish solidified pus that flaked off in bits as he moved."
What's the worst public transport experience you've ever had?
( , Thu 29 May 2008, 15:13)
Completely Underwhelmed writes, "I was on a bus the other day when a man got on wearing shorts, over what looked like greeny grey leggings. Then the stench hit me. The 'leggings' were a mass of open wounds, crusted with greenish solidified pus that flaked off in bits as he moved."
What's the worst public transport experience you've ever had?
( , Thu 29 May 2008, 15:13)
« Go Back
More seasick.
I was once on a cross-Channel ferry with my family; we were going to France for a holiday.
The crossing was rough: very windy, with a big swell. I thought that this was great fun - I've always loved stormy weather. By contrast, Dad was looking greyer with every minute. He was fighting gallantly, but we knew what was coming.
The moment came when it became clear to him that he could no longer fight the inevitable. Since the door to the deck was closer than the loos, he decided to go outside to set his lunch free.
Leaning over the rail, he opened the bomb-doors and deployed his payload... which went SPLAT! into the face of the man a couple of metres downwind. A man with whom, it would turn out, we were going to be sharing a campsite for the subsequent week.
( , Tue 3 Jun 2008, 16:21, 5 replies)
I was once on a cross-Channel ferry with my family; we were going to France for a holiday.
The crossing was rough: very windy, with a big swell. I thought that this was great fun - I've always loved stormy weather. By contrast, Dad was looking greyer with every minute. He was fighting gallantly, but we knew what was coming.
The moment came when it became clear to him that he could no longer fight the inevitable. Since the door to the deck was closer than the loos, he decided to go outside to set his lunch free.
Leaning over the rail, he opened the bomb-doors and deployed his payload... which went SPLAT! into the face of the man a couple of metres downwind. A man with whom, it would turn out, we were going to be sharing a campsite for the subsequent week.
( , Tue 3 Jun 2008, 16:21, 5 replies)
Le campsite rouge?
(Yeah, I can't write French, woo.)
Bet it did... It can't NOT happen, this is YOU.
( , Tue 3 Jun 2008, 16:28, closed)
(Yeah, I can't write French, woo.)
Bet it did... It can't NOT happen, this is YOU.
( , Tue 3 Jun 2008, 16:28, closed)
Peut-être...
Mais j'avais onze ans quand cette histoire s'est passé.
( , Tue 3 Jun 2008, 16:30, closed)
Mais j'avais onze ans quand cette histoire s'est passé.
( , Tue 3 Jun 2008, 16:30, closed)
« Go Back